The Antidote for Trying
A real conversation between a part of myself and my Essence.
I have been trying so hard to get back to that good feeling.
Or at least out of this bad one.
I have done my research. I have read the books and listened to the interviews and journaled and taken all my vitamins.
And now this plexiglass is here.
It’s a spring day, and I can see the path outstretched before me. The good feeling is just on the other side of this plexiglass. I can see it. But no matter how hard I try to get around it, I can’t.
I slam my fists against it. I heave the weight of my body on to it. Flailing my limbs in a restless fit. Tears stream down my cheeks. I scream. I collapse.
“I’m trying…I’m trying…”
“I know, sweetie,” comes a voice, “I know you are trying.”
I look up. It’s Love.
I know Love well enough by now that I don’t resist their presence.
“Why is this plexiglass here? Why can’t I get around it?”
Love looks at the plexiglass, and then at me. “I’m not exactly sure why it is here. But I do know why you can’t get around it.”
